#pyro scout

Scout was in the zone. He had put a bet against Pyro that he could bat in the skulls of every RED without respawning. He was currently doing pretty damn well, not that it was ever in fucking doubt, I mean come on. Scout was a killing machine, Pyro was gonna be at his damn mercy and it was gonna be fan-fucking tastic. Pyro had been pretty cocky lately and Scout was itching for the chance to push him around like his own little toy. Normally he did so anyway, but Pyro always had this damn face on like he was just indulging Scout and it pissed the runner off. He was the man in this... whatever they were. There wasn’t a word he could use that didn’t sound faggy as hell. Pyro was the certified fruit, Scout wasn’t. There. The End.

  He was waiting for the fat RED Heavy Jasha to turn the corner so he could sent the fatass to respawn with his brains splattered all over Scout’s bat, but the runner gurgled as a Huntsman's arrow was suddenly sent through his windpipe, blood gushing out as he crumpled to the ground. His last thought was ‘So fuckin’ close.’

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  Scout spent the rest of the match viciously trying to bat all the RED team into oblivion, but his old record of seven he was coming nowhere close to. He was always killed at four or three and he was getting desperate.His desperation was sending him to make mistakes and his own Pyro stopped him at one point to calm him down as he had nearly fallen from the roof. Pyro had given him a reassuring muttered reply and even a hug, which Scout would normally protest, but his nerves were shot and Pyro was pretty damn warm.

  Still he had only made it to five before the end of the match was called and Scout was bummed as hell. While Scout didn’t particularly want to face Pyro after all the smack he had said earlier to the man, he knew Pyro didn’t like to smack talk him, so he wasn’t going to be in too much of a verbal lashing. Still he warily opened the door to Pyro’s room less than an hour after ceasefire to see the man already in a t-shirt and pants, barefoot for once and tidying up his room.

  Jeez he looked so fucking calm, he had something terrible planned then. He was gonna get whipped or something. Scout wasn’t scared at all though, nope the shaking... was..cause it was cold! Right, cold. But when Pyro turned to see him and smiled warmly, Scout felt a lot better.

  “Hey Pyro.” He started, walking in to plop on the man’s bed. Pyro washed the sheets like all the damn time and it was awesome. He inhaled the clean smell and the mix of the gas from Pyro’s flamethrower and a slight ashy scent Pyro always seemed to have on him.

  “Sorry you couldn’t make me your bitch this time around.” Pyro said sympathetically, patting Scout’s shoulder.

  Scout shrugged. “Eh, it’ll happen sooner or later, you don’t gotta fuckin say sorry. Those RED Bastards were just really on their game, that’s all.”

  Pyro nodded. “That’s true, even I was going to respawn more than usual.” Scout’s head flew up. “What? Who was fuckin killin ya, I’ll bash their nuts in so hard they ain’t ever gonna respawn.”

  Pyro chuckled “It’s okay, I can take care of myself. Big bad arsonist and all that. Thanks for the concern, kid.” Scout drooped, crap he was being all possessive. Pyro could totally take care of himself, as faggy as he was he wasn’t a dame Scout needed to save.

  “So whatcha got planned for me, huh? Come on tell me, I can take anythin ya throw at me.” Scout said, a brave look on his face.

  Pyro patted the boy’s back before getting up to his dresser. He pulled it out. “It isn’t anything horrible really.” Pyro reassured, pulling out a small box and passing it over.

  Scout blinked. “A present? Fuckkin sweet!” Scout made short work of opening it up and blinked.

  “Uh, Pyro... there’s girls shit in here.” He deadpanned.

  Pyro shook his head. "It isn't anything for a girl, I bought it specifically for you."

  Scout made a face. “Eh, man I’m not sure I’m freakin’ okay with this...” His hands went and plucked up an article of clothing that seemed to be a speedo like piece of underwear, except it was thin in the back. He had heard a girl at his old school talk about it, a throng or thong or something. There were also garters like he had seen his Ma have, except these were still pretty damn nice, and looked expensive.

  Pyro had an amused face. “I thought you could showcase your legs in them.” He shrugged as Scout squirmed.

  “Man I dunno about this, this is gettin too close ta crossdressin for me. Ya seriously get off on the idea of this?” He asked the Pyro. He thought the Pyro was all about fire and control and stuff. This was pretty random for him.

  “Not of you crossdressing, really.” Pyro’s hands wandered to the boy’s legs, trailing up his thigh. Scout shivered at the sensation.

  “I just think you have amazing legs that would work really well with them on. You’re always sexy. Besides, the underwear is silk. Feel it and imagine it rubbing against your dick as I fuck you into the mattress...” Pyro’s gaze had a low heat as he looked at the younger’s face.

  Scout groaned, stirring in his pants as his mind imagined it. “That sounds pretty fuckin amazing... mostly you fuckin me into the mattress... “ He stood up, blushing some as he looked down at the box.

  “I’ll get dressed inta this then, gimme a minute ta figure it out okay?” Pyro nodded, a smile on his face as Scout hurried to the bathroom. Pyro took the time Scout was in the bathroom to strip himself of his clothing, easily folding up his clothing in the hamper, glad to have time to do so. He also happily pulled out something from a different box. He had been hunting for it for the past few days since the bet and finally had found some at the same specialty store that he bought the stockings from. He looked at the maple syrup scented/flavored lube and smiled to himself a bit, maybe he was being a bit unfair with the stockings, but this was a pretty good way to get Scout out of his comfort zone. Besides, Scout was pretty excited about getting fucked either way, with or without stockings.

  Pyro’s dick was already stirring as his mind wandered to Scout, no doubt struggling with the thong as he slid it up to cover his front and desperately trying to give his back some cover, not that Pyro would want that. He wanted the boy’s ass visible, it’s pale perfection ready to be fucked at a moment’s notice. He uncapped the lube and put a minimum on a scarred palm as he began to lightly stroke himself to full hardness. Pyro’s eyes shut as he focused on the feeling, the slight maple scent in the air reminding him of home in a way he’d rather not remember.

  Pyro was lost in pleasuring himself so he didn’t hear the door open from his bathroom and the Scout come out until he opened that famous mouth of his. “Starting without me, I didn’t take that fuckin long and you were the one wantin me in the damn things.” He groused, crossing his arms across his chest awkwardly.

  Pyro’s eyes opened sheepishly to apologize, but the words died on his lips as he saw the Scout. He had almost gone with fishnets or an elaborate print, but had stuck with a light pastel Blue, trying to please the boy with the team colors, plus blue looked really good on him. The thong itself was a deep navy and was already straining to hold the boy’s cock in. He didn’t have any heels, Pyro didn’t know the boy’s shoe size and wasn’t going to open that can of worms on girl’s shoes just yet, but his bare feet were smaller than Pyro’s. (Something he was a bit jealous of. Shoe shopping was harder with big feet dammit. )

  But Pyro’s mind went far from shoes as his eyes raked up the boy’s legs to take in the whole of the figure before him. His cock twitched as he turned to fully gape. “Holy... shit.” Pyro hadn’t been this turned on in a whole fucking while, the leggings doing a whole lot to show off Scout’s delectable frame. The sprinter had no fat on him at all, just lean muscle and a body that a lot of people would kill for. Pyro wanted to reach out and just touch him, and a hand went to beckon him closer. “Scout... Please.” His mouth felt like it was full of cotton when he said that, more of a hoarse whisper than anything else.

  Scout shivered at the look Pyro was giving him,like a drowning man seeing an oasis or somethin. It made his own dick twitch against the silk thong, and Pyro was right that it felt fucking amazing against him. He would have to convince Pyro to buy silk sheets or something, Scout could manage it. Pyro was total putty in his hands at times. Like right now- a smirk graced his face, as the runner walked forward a bit.

  “Christ this is really doing it for ya innit? Like yer really gettin off on this ain’t cha. I mean I know I’m hot as fuck but man you’re leakin’ all over yourself and the bed.” He stopped to sniff. “Smells like maple syrup... Are you jackin off with maple syrup?”

  Pyro blushed and looked away. “N-nah, lube’s just scented like it... flavored too.” Scout blinked, and laughed “Cause yer fuckin Canadian ya have maple syrup lube?”

  Pyro got even more red “N-no it ain’t even that. I got it cause you like pancakes...” He suddenly felt like the biggest fool on the planet, but groaned as Scout was suddenly straddling his naked lap, rubbing his silk clothed erection against Pyro’s free one.

  “Even when tryin ta humiliate me ya keep me in the forefront. You really are my bitch ain’t ya?” Scout had a shit eating grin on his face as he ground against the Pyro, winding himself up more.

  “Fuck yeah that’s fuckin nice...” Scout sighed out, rutting happily into the larger man. Pyro’s hands went to the boys thighs, where leggings met his smooth hairless thighs. Pyro at first mocked the boy for shaving his legs, but later grew very fond of touching and stroking the boy’s smooth skin. His hands went to the underside of the boy’s thighs and pulled him up.

  Pyro’s hands slipped back under the small string of the thong, pushing it aside to press a finger in the boy’s ass, but was surprised at what little resistance he found. There was slickness from...

  “Yeah, fuckin prepped myself. Didn’t expect that did ya, huh?” Scout said, a haughty tone in his vioce as he rocked into Pyro’s hand.

  Pyro was honestly speechless, he just gaped at Scout. “Yeah it was a bit gross doin it myself.. normally your fingers are fuckin amazin but... “ He wriggled until Pyro’s finger could brush his prostate when he groaned, “Fuckin want you so fuckin bad.”

  The firebug let his finger rub the boy’s prostate once more before slipping out, hands firmly grabbing the boy to heft him into position. Hands firmly on the boy’s thighs, he pushed into the slick ass of the Scout with a very pleased growl.

  Scout’s mouth fell open as he began to moan out against Pyro’s chest “Fuckin yeah that’s what I’m talking about.” His legs slid and crooked against Pyro’s ass as he was filled up by the thick wedge of the arsonist. He gave a startled sound as he was suddenly hoisted into the air. Holy shit Pyro had stood up, but had managed to get deeper into him. Scout groaned louder.

  Pyro stood, pressing the boy into the wall as he began to fuck him. His hands keeping the boy up and going nowhere as he thrust up, the wall giving him leverage and depth the bed lacked at times. He pounded into the boy, eyes glazing as they raked over the sight of Scout, who was making a damn spectacle of himself.

  Scout’s head was pushed against the wall and his eyes were barely open, too busy basking in this fucking amazing treatment. He was rambling, “fuck, there, more” and “Pyro” being the few things even coherent in his moaning. His nails clung into Pyro’s scarred back, leaving bloody scratches as he moved his hips as best he could without upsetting the Canadian’s grip.

  Pyro’s mouth descended on the younger man’s mouth to shut him up, brutally kissing with the same force he was fucking the boy. His teeth nipped and his tongue swept through, teasing then taking full force with no damn mercy.

  It didn’t take long at all, Scout getting louder and louder as Pyro’s rhythm began to falter, turn animalistic and desperate as he rutted into the runner. Soon enough Scout came with a scream, right in the silk panties. He whimpered as the slick silk rubbed against his sensitive length as Pyro finished up, pushing into him and pinning him against the wall with his body as he came inside the young man. Scout grimaced, not enjoying the feeling of slickness.

  “Man I told ya not ta do that..” Pyro kissed at his adam’s apple, nipping it in apology. “Sorry, Scout.” He apologized, pulling himself free and cradling the runner in his hold before settling him onto the bed. He stroked the leggings once more, earning a soft sigh.

  “Yeah for wearing girly shit, it weren’t so bad. Seeing you get hot as hell for it really helped.” Scout admitted, leaning forward to curl in close- Scout was a cuddler to the max. Pyro just let the other lean against him, stroking calloused fingers along his back with a delicate motion, quiet and content. He just hummed in response, sleepy.